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i went to the intersection of the sacred and the profane and everybody knew you
“Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
Eva Roemer
Herdwick Sheep after shearing, Matterdale, Lake District, Cumbria, England
by James Rebanks
I think the key to a happy life as an adult woman is to channel your inner weird little girl and make her happy
Hylas and the Water Nymphs (c. 1909) by Henrietta Rae (British, 1856 – 1928), signed bottom right ‘Henrietta Rae’, oil on canvas, 142.3 cm (56 in) x 222.8 cm (87.7 in), Private Collection
listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.
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